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[Ghostface]Yeah.. whassup y’all, whassup?This is Ghostface, straight from Staten IslandYou know.. I don’t really mean no harm..but it just happens you knowwhen I step approach a motherfuckin wack nigga..that tryin to spit his darts and can’t spit ’emCheck it out though.. aiyyo..

Yeah.. yeah..I just wan’t y’all niggazto smack all y’all niggaz, and niggarettesUniversal death threats, yeahThis be the God Body, yeah no doubtJudge Wise

Aiyyo spiced out Calvin Coolidge, loungin with 7 duelersThe Great Adventures of Slick, lickin with 6 rugersRock those, big boy Bulotti’s out of WoodridgePorch for the biggest beer, season giraffe ribsRotissiere ropes, hickory scented mint scented glazePerfected find truth within self, let’s smokeAll hail to my hands, 50 thou’ appraisalDirty nose with the nasal drip, click flipped on famDancin with Blanch and them bitches, flickin goose picturesKick down the ace of spades, snatch Jack richesOlsive compulsive lies flies with my name on itDick made the cover now count, how many veins on itScooby snack jurassic plastic gas booby trapTen years workin for me, you wanna tap shit?Bung bung bung! Your bell went rung rung rung!Staple-Land’s where the ambulance don’t come

Yeah, you see what I mean?You see what I mean, you motherfuckin crybabies?Get in line punk! You should be studyin your oddsinstead of studyin me!That’s how you lost your first job punkNow get in line, for you get your lil’ thick-ass tossed up!Shit! I studied under Bruce Lee niggaHe was on the fourth, I was on the third

[RZA]Pass me a honey-dipped spliff, black mental cause continental driftOne whiff of Pow U gets my Divine stiffBrick rock, late night, hear the tick tock of my clockI used to run up and pick, a crab lockHit his stash, dip back, to the Lab, make him flipUptown, BOO-DOOP, now we back on your assIncognito, fatal aikido blow, pop a needleDick a knock-knee hoe, bust out her fetalNine inch long strong, Bobby pop the bitch thongsSpit on her, then I banged on my chest like Kong KingMerciless Meng, point the killa bee stingring DINGS, right through your head BINGSnap the wing off of bats, my battleaxe tongue hacks tracksOnce the ball drop, I’ma snatch ten jacksPass the crack to a niggarette, puff a looseleaf cigarettewhile your man search the internet for +Bob Digitech in Stereo+Crazy as ShapiroMultiply myself ten times standin next to zeroAnd snap my fingers like the Fonzand bag me a golden bronze skinned girl with the honey blondedip hair, make a nigga flip in his chairHad the armpit shaved off perfect with the NairStomach fat as a pancake for her man’s sakeUsed to fuck her when she menestrautebut it made her hyperventilate

[Ghostface]BROOKLYN!I know, I know, I know, I knowQUEENS!I know, I know, I know, I knowSHAOLIN!I know, I know, I know, I knowI know, I know, I know, I know, I knowBRONX!I know, I know, I know, I knowJERSEY!I know, I know, I knowLONG ISLAND!I know, I know, I know, I knowI know, I know, I know, BREAK IT DOWN!